My knife is my weapon <br />It controls my actions <br />It shows my way <br />And it dictates my expressions <br />The edge is sharp <br />And painful to the touch <br />But still I cannot perdict <br />How it hurts so much <br />For some reson it rarely hurts me <br />But it hurts so much to others <br />When I wheeled for all to see <br />Everyone else it bothers <br />Mostly sheathed it stays <br />To harm no soul <br />However when stowed one person it hurts <br />For he pays the heaviest toll <br />For i wish this weapon <br />Could be turned to something useful <br />So when its expressed to others <br />It is considered good not harmful<br /><br />Kenneth Caron Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knife-11/
